Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

The Bell-Man (Along the dark and silent night)

Along the dark and silent night,
With my lantern and my light
And the tinkling of my bell,
Thus I walk, and this I tell:
—Death and dreadfulness call on
To the general session;
To whose dismal bar, we there
All accounts must come to clear:
Scores of sins we've made here many;
Wiped out few, God knows, if any.
Rise, ye debtors, then, and fall
To make payment, while I call:
Ponder this, when I am gone:
—By the clock 'tis almost One.

1. Christs Words on the Crosse: “My God, My God”
2. Upon Julia's Voice
3. Men Mind No State in Sickness
4. Life Is the Body's Light
5. To the Lady Crewe, upon the Death of Her Child

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